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Two pills, two girls. [ffM] [drugs]

This story is completely fictional. Every character in the story is over 18 years old.

Part 1.

My daughter Ashley ran up to the van window. “ Can Erica stay over tonight?”

I could see the excitement on her face. The girls high school soccer team had just won their third game in a row.

“Sure” I said with confidence as an idea popped into my head. It was Friday night after all.

Erica was my daughters best friend. They had grown close through soccer. She’s stayed over before. In fact, I love when she stays over.

Erica has a ripe, teenage body. 5’6. Hazel eyes. Dirty blonde hair that’s falls to her perky b cup tits. I know their (approximate) size because this wont be the first time I’ve seen them.

She usually walks around the house with my daughter in pajamas, which in this case is usually a crop top with no bra and very loose booty shorts. I can’t get enough.

I already have a hard time keeping my eyes off my own daughter’s tight athletic body. A better version of her mother’s. Read more »

The Sexual Awakening of Polly Pinnick, Pt 3 (FM, Risky, Voy)

On the Sunday I broke up with Nick.

I couldn’t in good conscience continue our relationship when I was acting like I had with Ryan and David. That was one element of my decision, and the other was that both of those men had shown me what sex could be and I badly wanted the chance to enjoy it without the guilt that had been associated with my prior experiences.

It wasn’t an easy break up, and when he started to cry I did too. I told myself that if I loved him as I said I did then I wouldn’t have done the things I had. Of course I didn’t tell him what I’d done – that his brother had fucked me twice and two days before I’d been fucked through the night by a man twice my age. Instead I told him that I needed time and space while we were still young. He fought for us, and I was even half tempted to keep the illusion going, but I knew it was over.

With a heavy heart I left his halls of residence and returned home a single, yet hopeful, woman. Read more »

The Camgirl Part LXXIV: Can I Shampoo Your Hair? [FM]

**LXXIV: Blake**

As the shower-head turned on, handle cranked up to the steamy-setting, Blake twitched, then smiled. She straightened, twisting in Liam’s hands, and her smile deepened as her eyes drank in his naked form. His arms looked a bit bigger than usual, his muscles a bit more defined.

*Probably still a bit pumped from working out. We’ll have to do that more often.*

His cock, already hard again, pressed against her belly, pulsing and warm.

She raised her hands to his shoulders, then drew her fingers down his torso, “This is a good look for you, you know. You should do it more often.”

Liam grinned, hands moving to the hem of her tank top, “I think it’s a better look on you.”

Blake bit her lip as he undressed her, loving the feel of his fingers brushing against her skin, eyes tracking his as he drank in the flesh he revealed. She swore she could literally *feel* his eyes on her when he looked at her like that, caressing her in a way that sent shivers down her spine and jumpstarted her pussy. Not that it ever really needed that around him. Read more »

The Fertility God’s Temple [MF] [size] [breeding]

My fingertips brushed over the stone wall. The sun shone brightly over the expansive complex of dusty ruins, and so I ducked into the shade of a small building, and was reaching for my water bottle when I glimpsed the carving on the wall.

A nude figure, strong and commanding. Crowning his head were thick ram’s horns, his gaze piercing as he stared outward from the stone. In between his legs, he was erect – a generous and impressive size.

I looked down at my guidebook, bemused. It only took a moment to locate the description of the small ruined site that I had wandered into.

*The god, whose name has been lost to time, is believed to have been a fertility idol, often depicted with a sizable phallus and multiple pregnant female companions. The carved reliefs along the antechamber walls are believed by researchers to depict the acolytes worshiping the deity.*

I moved further inward, curious now, until I saw the second scene.

The god figure was nearly twice the height of the little carved women, his arms outstretched, almost kindly, to those kneeling at his feet. Many of them turned their heads downwards, hands upraised in submission. One, however, gazed upwards into his eyes. Read more »

Mirror or no mirror FM sharing for her birthday

Miss Elisa, eres muy hermosa

Today is your birthday and we are going out for a nice dinner in town. I arrive at your house to pick you up, you are wearing my favorite red dress and a huge smile. I was so happy you chose that dress for this night. I walked into your house and gave you a big hug and a big wet kiss, you sucked my tongue is to your mouth so deep. I have a feeling you enjoy this because you reached down and found me so hard and kept going deeper. When you finally let go you whispered more for later and squeezed my now hard camote through my slacks. Read more »

The Elven Bride, The Orcish Groom [M/F] [exh] [fantasy] [oral] [voy]

The portrait had disgusted him, initially. Elven women were far too soft and delicate for Orcish sensibilities. Orc women were stoic, muscular, and hard. Elven women were waifish, dainty, and round. And this Elf was certainly typical for her kind. Gentle face, unblemished pale skin, brilliant sapphire eyes, platinum blonde hair, and two perfectly rounded breasts hanging beneath her sheer dress. She was utterly revolting.

 

Dumag sat astride his war pig, glowering at the back of the Chieftain’s head as they rode toward the Elvish city. In his hand he clenched the small round portrait of his hideous bride-to-be, occasionally glancing down at it to remind himself to stay angry about this whole business. The many articles of the peace treaty signed last year had already begun to come into effect- this was simply the latest one. As signs of mutual good faith, one of the Chieftain’s sons was to marry the princess of this Elf kingdom- and Dumag was the only choice. He was too smart, too soft to be taken seriously by any woman of his own kind. So of course he would be the perfect groom to be given.

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AFTER THE BREAK UP, THINGS KEPT GETTING BETTER [mf] [rough] [facefuck] [saliva] [mast] [squirt] [cum] [piss] [drinking]

**this is a little more hardcore than my usual shit. if you like Adriana Chechik, you’ll love this.**

Mandy and I broke up one year ago after a four year long relationship. Towards the end, our sex life fizzled like a soda you’d left out overnight. In the beginning, as young couples often are, we couldn’t keep our hands off of one another. By the end, it was a miracle if Mandy even chose to undress in front of me before bed.

So, when we finally broke up, I intended to embrace my inner slut. I downloaded all the apps: Tinder, Bumble, OKCupid. I swiped right on EVERYBODY. My bio clearly stated I was recently single and wasn’t looking for anything serious.

The dates started lining up. Every woman (and every man for that matter) is different. Some chicks launched right into sex chat: “When do you want to come over and fuck me?” One woman asked. For a second, I forgot that I was single again. When you’re in a relationship, you gotta ask your partner every single time you want to make plans. It hadn’t dawned on me that I was free to do whatever I wanted. Whenever I wanted. Read more »

A public but private affair

We were in work, I’m a receptionist he was head hall Porter. It’s 7am in the morning, both the only two in both extremely hungover. He comes up to have breakfast we sit and chat I can see him looking me up and down, I stand up away from him but place myself in a position that I am bent over and he can tell how badly I want it. He gets called away to a customer I can’t help but imagine him inside me.

I text him to let him know I’m horny he tells me that as soon as I can get away from the desk I’m to come find him. My colleague arrives on shift I go look for him, I find in one of the conference rooms, my pussy throbs at the sight of him, just knowing we could get caught turns me on more.

He pushes me backwards into a dark closet in the room, pushes me up again the wall and begins to quickly unbutton my trousers as he kisses me hard on my lips and neck. Read more »